It's down the Ammo Dump I got my SLJ and DJ Aladdin the fat tracks Hit em it Syndicate's in the muthafuckin All duck MC's get flat,
And still me A rappin brother from L.A., the T Diss a brother, hate a brother, I still come With the fat tracks, the pop crap I got a mind to diss a fool Wack rappers out urge me to pull tools For no Pop suckers for hits like hoes skeezin Prostitutes that can't shoot, yet you loot Dancesteps with the styles, but you look cute Bitch, that wack Let Hammer dance, and you other fools back The in some twist in a clenched fist Mind locked on ???? load of my hit And make rappers pray talk shit, but none step this way Cause I'm quick to beat down a weak Clock crazy juice L.A. to the Boogie Down I play the map Got hoes locked like a muthafuckin bear Ice T hoes gee they need two forms of I.D. Never fess, not the best, but I'm hard to Huh, watch the Ice
Watch the Ice
Yo, see now who's tryin to diss me Say I sold out cause I with the B.C. Y'all are bitches, straight wack Quick to talk shit, but behind the back I do whatever I do, punk hoe I a perm, you rock an afro I wear khakis, y'all wear silk Y'all drink forties, and I drink Cause my muthafuckin biz I never sell out, it's no sale, kid Hardcore to my heart the fuckin start Whether done beats or loud guitars I the dope hits you forgot, I invented this gangsta shit You step to me? New jack, walk Come back in five LP's, we can talk You're new, kid, you got a hit out In you talk a lotta shit out You got paid, you made out You went broke when your one jam out Now you're for that one more hit I ain't new to this, I got gangs of I come original, I break the mold Too many hit, then fold They're just Hah, the Ice break
Watch the Ice
Syndicate off 1993 On old fly smooth shit All the out there down with us You know I'm sayin? We're strong All the out there that got some static to say We're settin shit off physically this year KRS-One says: Sucker MC's down Muthafuckas ain't no shit I'm on busters, point-blank me and it's on up
Now it's the break of And the mic is on All hoes are fuckin and the are damn strong Many that choke from the mic smoke who tried to get with me Lost in infinity Or lost breath Try to step to the Ice sure death Cause ??it's then I than you ever assume Drop the mic, go rap in your living I the quick kill Swing on a nigga sometimes just to ill Knuckle up, buster, fool, in his eye All hands, I no gun, yo punk, why? if I pull my gun, you die No try I gotta cool out now, so I over-freeze Nut up and start murderin Start catchin bodies from to state Throw on a ski mask and walk the late And do me up a whole crew The Geto Boys was trippin, but my mind's me too Cause diss me, and I you one day And bet life it won't be a fun day I hope, nigga, not your fate That around when the Ice breaks
the Ice breaks